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T: Coffee Break Whilst Saving The World
Fandom: Threshold
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Caffrey worked, Christmas Eve. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lemon_advent.
She wasn't asleep over her desk, for once. Baylock smiled grimly at the habit that had become: to find her in her office, asleep on the desk, and to wake her, get her to drink coffee or move to a comfortable chair, or even and more rarely, to go home.
"Christmas Eve, and you're still here?"
"Nowhere else to go," Molly said, with a slight shrug. "And, well, saving the world seems easier on Christmas Eve."
"Still -- "
"JT," she said, raising a hand to stop him. "I'm fine here. You should go on home."
"You spend too much time alone these days," he said, gruffly. There was something in her eyes nowadays that troubled him -- more than the deep weariness that had gone hand in hand with the solid determination, more than the grief and hope. There was something resigned in it, and it wasn't like her. "I've been... worried about you. It's Christmas Eve. Go home. Or -- " he hesitated, and then hurried on -- "come home with me."
There was a warmth to her face for a moment, then, but she shook her head. "No, it's alright. I've got work to do."
"It'll wait."
She shook her head again. "I need to hear Cavennaugh's report, when he gets back. He's working Christmas Eve, too, you know."
"Well." Baylock hesitated for another moment, and then nodded. "I'll see you the day after tomorrow, then."
"Have a good Christmas, JT," she said, with another smile, and then bent her head back over her work. He shut the door after him as he went, footsteps echoing through the empty halls of the Threshold building. Then he stopped, changed course, and went to get coffee -- two coffees: one the way she liked it, one the way he liked it.
"We can at least have some coffee," he said, when he entered her room without knocking. The smile on her face was more genuine, then.
Pairing: None
Warnings: Angst
Rating: G
Summary: Caffrey worked, Christmas Eve. For
lemon_advent.She wasn't asleep over her desk, for once. Baylock smiled grimly at the habit that had become: to find her in her office, asleep on the desk, and to wake her, get her to drink coffee or move to a comfortable chair, or even and more rarely, to go home.
"Christmas Eve, and you're still here?"
"Nowhere else to go," Molly said, with a slight shrug. "And, well, saving the world seems easier on Christmas Eve."
"Still -- "
"JT," she said, raising a hand to stop him. "I'm fine here. You should go on home."
"You spend too much time alone these days," he said, gruffly. There was something in her eyes nowadays that troubled him -- more than the deep weariness that had gone hand in hand with the solid determination, more than the grief and hope. There was something resigned in it, and it wasn't like her. "I've been... worried about you. It's Christmas Eve. Go home. Or -- " he hesitated, and then hurried on -- "come home with me."
There was a warmth to her face for a moment, then, but she shook her head. "No, it's alright. I've got work to do."
"It'll wait."
She shook her head again. "I need to hear Cavennaugh's report, when he gets back. He's working Christmas Eve, too, you know."
"Well." Baylock hesitated for another moment, and then nodded. "I'll see you the day after tomorrow, then."
"Have a good Christmas, JT," she said, with another smile, and then bent her head back over her work. He shut the door after him as he went, footsteps echoing through the empty halls of the Threshold building. Then he stopped, changed course, and went to get coffee -- two coffees: one the way she liked it, one the way he liked it.
"We can at least have some coffee," he said, when he entered her room without knocking. The smile on her face was more genuine, then.